Sookie had felt something hit her right in the gut but had chosen to ignore it in favor of the rest of the danger surrounding them. There wasn't exactly a moment to step aside and check on her own well-being when they were in the middle of an ambush. When the smoke cleared, she would have been thinking to herself how stupid it was for a bunch of anti-vampire activists to get very gun-happy and start shooting silver-laced bullets at everyone, including non-vampires.
Instead, when Eric came to check on her, that's when Sookie realized that she wasn't anywhere near okay. Her hand brushed her shirt and immediately felt something wet, and she turned her hand over to find the red liquid smeared across her fingers. ❝ No, no, no, ❞ she whimpered under her breath, lifting up her shirt to find the bullethole. Just the sight of it sent surges of pain throughout her body and she looked up at Eric with FEAR in her eyes. One step forward and she was stumbling into his arms. How had she not realized before that one of the Steve Newlin wannabes had shot her?